Sister Rescue Plan

It was as if the galaxies in the sky were converging, the Milky Way was flowing, and endless white light was pouring out, causing the world to lose its color for a moment.

At this point, it doesn't matter whether we hide it or not. With so many people dead, the Holy Grail War can't be hidden anymore. If we don't act quickly, it will be difficult to handle once the finish line comes.

Since there were no ordinary people around, and there was no need to worry about accidentally injuring anyone, Medea simply turned the power up to the maximum.

The white ocean swallowed all the monsters, and a violent roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth. Izayoi Mirai felt her ears ringing, and then the whole world fell silent.

Medea stirred, and Izayoi Mirai pulled her close. Her lips moved slowly, and even though Izayoi Mirai couldn't hear her, she knew what she was saying.

"I have no magic anymore."

Medea said, word by word.

Youxiao Mirai understood what she meant, tightened her grip on her arm, and slowly moved closer to her face before kissing her.

He made a clicking sound.

He held Ilya in his other hand, suspending her in mid-air, where the cold wind blew.

Medea's magic was indeed greatly depleted, which manifested in her clinging to Izayoi Mirai's neck and refusing to let go, greedily drawing every last bit of his magic.

Even after the white light faded, revealing the ravaged ground below, and the howling wind swept past everyone's ears again, the two were still inseparable, lost in their intimacy.

"Cough cough!" Ilya coughed incessantly, as if she had caught a cold, and even pounded on Mirai Izayoi's leg forcefully. "You guys need to be mindful of your behavior! It's daytime, and we're still outside!"

Yes, there are still quite a few people here.

Not intending to broadcast live, Izayoi Mirai regretfully released Medea. He licked his lips, seemingly still wanting more, then suddenly chuckled softly and whispered in Medea's ear:

"I think you're sweeter."

call out--

A tentacle shot through the air.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

It was supposed to be a grand spectacle, but I found I couldn't write it...

I simply can't handle it! Can anyone recommend some books I can study?

Chapter Thirty-Seven: I am your father whom you have never met!

A sword flew through the air and severed the incoming tentacles. Cú Chulainn, standing some distance away, gave a thumbs-up, clearly admiring Mirai Izayoi as his Master.

On the earth, the broken monster struggled to gather its remaining flesh and blood, fusing them together even faster; this immortality was a real headache.

How exactly should we kill him?

Yushou will soon no longer have to worry about this kind of thing, because something even more troublesome is coming.

The sound of propellers came from afar, and dozens of helicopters appeared on the horizon, approaching at an extremely fast speed. Amidst the enormous noise, Yuuyo Mirai felt as if she were being locked onto by something.

boom--

A bright flash of light disappeared in an instant, and more than a dozen rockets, trailing brilliant plumes of flame, broke through layers of wind pressure and roared in.

A white barrier blocked Mirai's path, and with a deafening roar, the barrier carried the three of them as they plummeted into the distance.

Most of the citizens of Fuyuki City have become food for the demons, and the city is almost completely destroyed. This Holy Grail War has gone beyond what is permissible.

In order to protect the mystery, or rather, to eliminate the harmful elements, a killing squad has finally been dispatched.

"Did the inhibitory force intervene?"

As she plummeted toward the ground, Yosuke Mirai still had the mind to ponder which organization had sent this—the Clock Tower or the Church of Sanctuary?

After thinking about Kirei Kotomine, whose hand he had cut off, Mirai Izayoi felt that the Church of Christ was more likely to be the culprit. She only needed to guide Father Kirei's thinking a little to summon a large group of thugs.

But what does that have to do with him? He just needs to run away.

Yes, there's absolutely no need for a direct confrontation. With Medea's magical prowess, these guys have no chance of finding them. Why not let them deal with the tentacle monster and Matou Sakura while he stays at the back and picks up the kills? Wouldn't that be great?

The massive transport plane finally landed on the ground, and fully armed agents and a large team of mages equipped with full sets of standard magical costumes filed out from it, forming a large circle around the writhing tentacle monster on the ground.

Magic missiles and machine gun bullets poured out, instantly riddling the tentacle monster's bloated body with holes, while the armed helicopters circling overhead also unleashed their full firepower.

Anti-tank missiles, cannons, rockets, machine guns, air-to-air missiles, rockets, and bombs.

The smell of gunpowder permeated the entire area, and smoke obscured everything.

In the next instant, tentacles that blotted out the sky sprang out from the smoke and dust.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sakura Matou waded through the mud, carrying her phone and Rin Tohsaka, who was bound tightly with chains. She arrived just as Rin broke free and prepared to run away, so she bound Sakura even tighter.

Medusa silently followed behind Matou Sakura, glancing at Tohsaka Rin from time to time. The chains used to bind Tohsaka Rin were all taken from her, and she seemed to be interested in this new way of using them.

The Matou residence no longer exists, and Matou Sakura is now struggling to decide where to live.

"Sakura, why don't you come stay at my place?" Rin Tohsaka's eyes were filled with anticipation. Since she had already lost the Holy Grail War, her current goal was to repair her relationship with Sakura. Temporary forbearance was nothing; once she gained the upper hand, she would definitely retaliate tenfold!

Upon hearing Rin Tohsaka's words, Sakura Matou stopped, her blood-red eyes staring straight at her, making Rin Tohsaka feel a little uneasy.

Suddenly, Matou Sakura smiled and said, "Okay."

Before Rin Tohsaka could even feel happy, she heard her say:

"I remember my sister's house also has a basement, right?"

The bloodlust in her eyes intensified: "This time, I won't let my sister have another chance to escape."

Rin Tohsaka was internally screaming "Damn it!" That was an underground library, not a basement!

At that moment, Matou Sakura's expression hardened, and she instantly left her current position, driving several black keys into the ground, where blazing flames roared.

At this moment, standing in front of the three was a blue-haired girl with a sword hilt hidden beneath her robes, bearing countless black keys. She was the agent who possessed immortality due to the reincarnation of the Dead Apostle Roa—Xiel, making her appearance.

Medusa brandished her chains and phantom-like lunged at Chiel. Black keys shot towards her but were scattered by the chains. Then, a fist carrying monstrous strength slammed down, a fist that even a Servant could not withstand, and smashed Chiel's head apart with a single punch.

However, she was immortal, her head rapidly reshaping itself.

Throughout the ensuing battle—no, the massacre—Hier maintained an incredible level of immortality, even possessing the ability to retaliate.

Disliking this pointless battle, Medusa removed her blindfold—

The petrified evil eye.

A layer of gray covered Hiel's body, and she was transformed into a sculpture.

But as if time had reversed, the stone shell on her body rapidly shed, restoring her supple form. Medusa was stunned for a moment, just about to do something, when she heard Matou Sakura speak:

"Wait a minute, that guy might be able to kill her completely."

Several long iron spikes were driven into the joints of Hiel's limbs, rendering her unable to move. Medusa carried her towards Angra Mainyu, and it was not necessarily a good thing that she did not die.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

A flash of light appeared, and a fully armored servant wearing a horned helmet appeared before Arthur, who was rushing towards the center of the battle. She held a sword in her hand and blocked their way.

Arthur's gaze lingered on the sword for a few seconds before shifting to the horned helmet. His expression was complex. He took a deep breath, pointed Excalibur at the servant before him, and uttered that familiar and cherished name:

"Mordred..."

"You didn't expect it to be me, did you, Father?" The bull-horned helmet parted, revealing a beautiful and spirited face. Her eyes held barely suppressed pleasure, as well as a hint of doubt.

She teased, "It's been so long, you're starting to look more and more like a man."

Wait, what's going on?

All the words were stuck in his throat. Even the composed Arthur was somewhat flustered at this moment. How did his gloomy son become a daughter?

Did you have some special experience? Or did you develop an extraordinary hobby?

But they actually look quite cute.

“Mordred—” his voice was low, “How did you become like this?”

"Clam?"

Mordred clearly interpreted Arthur's words as a provocation. She brandished her sword, her eyes filled with resentment, and gritted her teeth, saying, "Isn't my appearance all thanks to you? Enough said. This time, I'll show you whether I'm worthy or not!"

She rushed forward and silenced all of Arthur's questions with a single sword strike. He had no choice but to put aside his doubts for the time being and raise his sword to meet Mordred's attack.

Thus began the first battle of their lives for this father and daughter who had never met before.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

I had too much fun during the day... I mean, I got so engrossed in organizing the plot that I forgot the time, but I still updated!

Chapter Thirty-Eight: I Report the Opponent for Cheating

"Training the Demon Eye?"

Inside Ryudouji Temple, Izayoi Mirai hoped to get some advice from Medea about the Mystic Eyes. Medea leaned closer to Izayoi Mirai's face and carefully observed his eyes. Sure enough, she noticed something different and asked curiously, "Mirai-sama, when did you get the Mystic Eyes?"

Izayoi Mirai, smelling the fragrance on Medea, was quite relaxed: "It's today. This is my talent, the ability to steal anything from others, like taking out Illya's heart. I used it on Medusa, but I didn't steal her petrifying eyes. I only got the most basic function of the eyes."

Even as she said this, Izayoi Mirai still had a smug look on her face, like a child showing off a newly bought toy.

"That's amazing too," Medea exclaimed in agreement. Although there weren't any examples of the Magic Eye evolving yet, why not just strive in that direction? She was the best magician.

However, Medea still made a suggestion: "Since we just got it, why don't we use it more and get familiar with it?"

"This...is that alright?" Yushou Mirai's expression was somewhat unnatural. According to the information provided by the system, his Mystic Eyes currently only have two functions: charm and suggestion.

Although the second one is normal, when compared with the first one, even the normal one seems abnormal.

Medea said seriously, "It's alright, my class is Caster, the most basic Mystic Eyes can't hurt me."

I'm afraid I'll hurt you!